Book: In the foggy mirror

In the year of their meeting, when Francois took it, it seemed to them too much, and later, when they've already bought it, too. At first it was only one room, it was situated around her bed, one single room, where love has fused together the anticipation and the rush, passion, conscience and pleasure, a large room with tightly closed shutters, and is surrounded by other uninhabited rooms without values and purpose.
As they slowly began to break free from mutual entanglement, in order to begin to live together and love each other seriously, shutters began to be opened wider, and then they took other rooms, they were placed in their bags, clothes, bathroom, kitchen and finally typewriters. Now they even had room for "other", where the couch in an instant turned into a bed. And still bedroom, where they began their love, and saw the first fire, and remained for them "home." Worth it to hear: "home", as each of them, unwittingly, found themselves in the dark on an old mattress, low, backless, near which stood a stool with a lump dropped in the rush of clothing.